That last emission of pump gas before rhe onset of Monkey Toe. So unspeakably pungent it can only mean the next shot will be live ammunition.
"Good Lord Nelson, that surely must have been the final warning shot. The stench from that last trouser cough has me in fear for your britches. The next will surely be live! "
"Noted Hardy, I believe the monkey has formulated an escape plan. Even now I feel his toe pushing at my clackervalve to begin his attempt."
From The diary of Lord Horatio Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar.
Warning week is a week at school where they dring metal detectorss, drug dogs, and a lot of cops to the campus. They use it to try to scare kids into not bringing their stuff.
Todays Warning week be careful and dont bring your cart to school.
An alert for a 5.0 or higher intensity earthquake and it's used mostly in Japan.
Goddamnit, not another Early Earthquake Warning it's the third fucking time in my 1 week Japan trip.
Ohoho! OoOoOoH nOoOo! What are you going to do? Steal A.I. from me and make my life a Truman Show-esque hell? OoOoOoOoOoH nOoOoOoOo!
Hym "I don't know about all that but you can go ahead and finally warn deez nuts... How's that sound, Joe? You got a final warning for deez nuts? Cuz... You know... You're gonna need one..."
A quick warning before someone gets into potential trouble
Wait, Adam. Let me give you a hot warning about this girl.
Hurricane warnings and watches are alerts issued by national weather forecasting bodies to coastal areas threatened by the imminent approach of a tropical cyclone of a tropical storm or hurricane intensity.
Since the hurricane season starts on the 1st of June and ends on the 30th of November shouldn't we be listening for a hurricane warning?
A situation, like Hurricane Katrina, where the police go around and hand out triage tags or disaster evacuation tags or, if you're light-skinned, write your name and social-security number on your arm. I heard it from someone in New Orleans- that's what they called it during Hurricane Katrina.
The person wrote: We lazed around Memphis until we could meet up with one of my oldest friends who was too stubborn to heed toe tag warnings from cops at his door. He ended up in shorts and t-shirt but nothing else when his house flooded within seconds.